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-What is Past is Prologue-:

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Maybe things were okay. Felix hadn’t said the most positive thing, sure, but was making someone’s blood run cold inherently bad? Oliver continued to spar with himself, with the hope that he could somehow think positively. He had somehow, at least, flipped the situation enough that Felix had sighed and retracted his statement of sending him home from Saltburn. That they would talk more tomorrow.

“I mean, like…He practically confessed his love to me in there. Flattering if it were someone else, sure, but from him?” Oliver could feel him shake his head, his chuckle like blows to the head, he could feel his disgust. Naturally, as if he were the sun speaking for the first time, everyone was in rapt attention. Oliver could picture it all so easily. “Fucking disgusting.”

-Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight-:

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This was Felix’s fucking year.

Felix Catton. Webbe College. Oxford University.

Just Felix Catton with the world at his fingertips.

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Plaid flannel, brown hair. Pale skin that seemed even paler in the overcast light, the sun working its hardest to push through the clouds. Felix watched as he leaned in to hear, a small smile, an understanding nod.

Then Oliver looked in his direction.

Felix wasn’t sure why he did it, but he hid.

Who was Oliver Quick?

-Blood Will Have Blood-:

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“I don't know what you are. But I do know you make my fucking blood run cold.” Crack. Blood running down his throat, vision fuzzy, thick warm liquid running down Felix’s face. He was in a daze, reeling, head feeling heavy but too light at the same time. The base of the statue behind him felt far too cold, the blood dripping down his neck far too hot. “What…What the fuck, Oliver?” Felix croaked, coughing at the coppery nasal drip, hands rushing to his face to shield his battered nose. Hands coming away red. His blood. Oliver stood in front of him, cradling his reddened fist, hissing at his own pain. Shaking out his hand. From punching him. “What the fuck?!” Felix had never been socked before. Violence had never been in his blood, in his nature. Why would it be? Life came easily to him. Everything was solved with cold-hard cash. Those who rioted against him did it in the dark, off to the edges and the shadows that he was unaware of. Above it all, Felix had always been. But now, he knew the ache of his nose, the throb of his face, the split of his lip.

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